Where is Quetzalcoatl?
Vanished.
The arena holds its collective breath. Everyone scans the skies. Quetzalcoatl's tamer is unperturbed, the melodies from the rattle drifting in the air. Of course this is a regular occurrence. So regular that even the announcer doesn't blink.
"Quetzalcoatl has died and is being reborn," the announcer narrates. "Where? When? We don't know. This happens at least once every match for Quetzalcoatl. However, it is always jarring for the audience whenever it occurs."
On the edge of their seats now, the audience watches for the feathered serpent to reappear. Reborn in all his glory.
I sniff the air. Any hint of him? Lingering, his fiery trails leave an aftertaste in my nose and mouth. I can't smell him reappearing with any accuracy.
[Lobo! Any sign of him?]
He woofs, his tail and ears erect. [You know as much as I do!]
[Sorry. I just hate suspense.]
He's impatient, and no wonder. Big stakes. [Stay focused! Don't get distracted by the suspense!]
